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So how you fuckin’ feeling tonight? We’re ( insert name here ) fromunimportant, and I’m about to mimic some image of a rock and rollsinger I have under lock and key. Without the faintest hint of irony thatI’m flashing my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity. So is everyonehaving a good time tonight? Good, I’m glad (I couldn’t actually careless). You guys are the best crowd that we’ve ever seen, seen withthese old dead eyes. Blind to the stage or even my own lies. So heyho, let’s go. Let’s start this contemptible “rock” show. Blinding lightsto hide the hand up our ass in this puppet-sock show. Two sewn oneyes, repurposed and made new, torn from an aging suit for a senseof déjà vu. Thumb underbite. I bite my fucking thumb, and hope youcatch a thread, and slowly come undone. An illusion seldom spoken. Anunderstanding between you and I that the ground that you stand onis somehow less than mine. An allusion to a broken home, left on the